Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Last time I sent out a tie, only the spot came back.
One more question.
A machine gun separated Scobie from his right hand...
[ Door Closes ]
Hey, there is something. And it's heavy.
He was there, too. A little less hair, but it's the same one.
'cause from now on I'm gonna be right behind you.
Jain is a the good important so and can will it for you the to an and my
Step back.
- I'm trying to find out who you are. - You know my name. It’s Dyle.
for the purpose of delivering $250,000 in gold...
Eine Apfelsine. Vous mettez I'orange sur le menton comme ça -
- I don't know. - That's absurd, madame. Totalement absurde.
- [ Cawing ] - [ Laughing ]
That's it, Adam! The gardens!
Well, where did everything go?
[ Groans ]
- Now it turns out all you're interested in is the money. - That's right.
you just look over your shoulder...
Whoop. [ Laughing ]
Well, madame?
♪ The ending of ♪
Uh, where are you now? Can you meet me at the market?
Mrs. Foster, take a memo to Bartholomew in Security recommending -
- Scared. - You'll be all right.
- And the blue one? - Oh, it's called The Ηawaiian Blue.
- What? - A fortune! Come on!
One fountain pen.
Let's go somewhere crowded. I feel like a lot of people.
Honorine?
Hey, how do you stop this thing?
The view had better be worth it.
- Mais c'est très urgent. - Occupé.
[ Screams ]
One ticket of passage to South America.
Oh, I don't know who anybody is.
Vous passez cette orange a la personne derrière vous -
printed in 1854.
Well, it led me away from umbrella frames, for one thing.
in dollars, a quarter of a million.
Say, I'd appreciate it mighty highly...
- [ Giggling ] - Reggie, cut it out.
Only she's English into French, and I'm French into English.
- Can I come in? - No. I'm going to take a bath.
[ Sighs ] Is your husband with you?
Mrs. Lampert, they knew I was still alive, but they left me there.
Peter?
Mine neither.
- Don't you want me to stay? - Of course, but if you went back and wrote me a letter -
- Hello. - Ηello, Peter.
Now, don't be piggy, Herman.
That a pretty girl with an outrageous manner means more to an old pro like me...
All right. All right, I'll be right down. Wait a minute.
Do you hear me? Come on out.
Alex, how can you tell if anyone's lying or not?
Could you speak any louder? I can't speak any louder
It’s enough to make you a vegetarian, isn't it?
They killed Charles to get it, but he must not have had it with him on the train.
than a quarter of a million dollars?
They were in plain view all the time, but no one bothered to look at the envelope.
- I don't suppose so. - It’s a toss-up, I can tell you that.
Now, take it easy, Mrs. Lampert. Take it easy.
[ Together ] Naturally.
Do you know him, Mrs. Lampert? Leopold W. Gideon?
Voilà, as they say.
350 European, 200 Asian...
Of the Western Ηemisphere conference...
Keeps callin' for Aunt Reggie.
He was dressed only in his pajamas.
Wait a minute. Ηow did Carson Dyle get an office in this building anyway?
Agents.
- Mrs. Lampert? - Are you sure there's no mistake?
- You like some wine? - No, thank you.
- Who asked you to get stuck with any of them? - Is there a Mrs. Cruikshank?
He's all right, Sylvie. Ηonestly.
[ Screaming ]
You killed all three of 'em for nothin'!
- Oh. - But instead of delivering the gold, they stole it.
- I'm very sorry. - Thank you.
Today it has a value of $1 00,000.
One letter, stamped but unsealed, addressed to you.
He's just trying to frighten you.
It is never mistaken, not in 23 years.
- What, like Scobie? - No. Gene Kelly.
he has disappeared into thin air.
- Are they for sale now? - Let me see.
If not, I'm tired, it's late and I want to go home to bed.
- While we're waiting, we'll search yours. - Not my room.
- Adam! - It’s all right. Come and look.
What happened then?
That's the spirit. Here's what I want you to do.
This one, a Swedish four shilling...
I suppose so. I don't know.
- Yeah? - Now you listen to me, Dyle.
Taxi!
the Jardins des Champs-Élysées.
Would you like to see my passport?
So he's narrowed it down to us. You've got it.
- Agent. - Yes.
No, wait! It was last Thursday, 5:00...
The letter, huh? It ain't worth nothin'.
Anyway, I don't want to be alone. I'm afraid.
- You "savez" what I'm sayin' to you? - Stop! Stop! Please stop!
- What do you want? - Who is it?
Swell, but this man doesn't have a garden.
Hello?
You need them.
That's all right with us.
Trying to kill her? Who does she think I am, the C.I.A.?
- Or Tex? - Possibly.
And this?
Allez vite, n'importe où. N'importe où! Vite!
- [ Boy Chattering In French ] - Jean-Louis!
When I man gets to be my age, that's the last word he ever wants to hear.
Everyone. Whoa. Come on.
The authorities in Bordeaux searched his compartment on the train.